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- well, she was sitting at her house in the stupid demiplane that Diamond Queen Elizabeth had a bunch of people stuck in, doodling things in her notebook, but now she's somewhere else. They're on the outskirts of a town, near a pedestal with a pendant on it. There's tape around it, but no glass.
She's so tired of this stuff.
You see why I must correct it.
Will you need other guidance before you return to town? Do you have money? I think silver or gold should do, even if it's the wrong coinage.
"Yeah, some." She checks her pockets, carefully not moving any part of herself that might otherwise run into his hand. "Not a lot. Probably enough for clothes and rooms, at least for a few days."
You may need to find work. Perhaps we can find Hagan something that doesn't require very much speaking.
Some things. Not as many, and the pay is worse. There were a lot of options for them, once, a long time ago, but Landru thought it best to return the planet to a technologically simpler time. But Korva may be able to find work as a maid.
He shakes his head.
Then he realizes this is stupid.
"Yeah. Okay."
"All right. We buy clothes first, then look for rooms, then look for jobs?"
Clothes and then passage, I think. The Great Hall is a ways away, and you will have more options and less scrutiny in a larger city anyway.
Sigh.
"I guess we head back to town, then. Are we - actually going to try to do this without telling any lies - "
"And if they ask us direct questions that we don't have the right answers for - ?"
He lets go of the artifact and puts his hand back at his side.
"Do you get to keep the cleric levels, do you know?"
"It said they were for as long as I bear the artifact. I don't think I do."
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